his name is johnny he¡¯s got nothing to say
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he¡¯s just a bad ass mutha getting¡¯ in your face
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you better hang you head low
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low to the ground
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¡®cause we¡¯re droppin¡¯ mad tracks
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until we¡¯re feelin¡¯ the sound
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it¡¯s the rhymes and the rhythms that you¡¯re used to
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with the one-two beats you can dance to
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to see the people everywhere in the streets
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doin¡¯ time in the jail and whatcha wanta do cause you¡¯re
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running with a gun
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running with a gun
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running running
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running with a gun
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running with a gun
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running running
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running with a gun
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running with a gun
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running running
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running with a gun in his hand
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all of a sudden i said could you believe
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all the corruption and the anger in a society
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but the man his stand is near
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whipping us all
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all it¡¯s armies and it¡¯s leaders
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startin¡¯ to fall
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no, you don¡¯t know
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no, you don¡¯t know
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what time it is
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10 seconds flat said it¡¯s what it would take
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to make you move don¡¯t hesitate
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with the eyes and the cameras that are watching around
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the enemy is near
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and you¡¯re to be found
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dead or alive
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make no mistake
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they¡¯re gonna blow your punk ass away
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¡®cause you¡¯re
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running with a gun
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running with a gun
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running running
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running with a gun
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running with a gun
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running running
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running with a gun
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running with a gun
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running running
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running with a gun in his hand
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running with a gun
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running with a gun
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running running
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running with a gun
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running with a gun
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running running
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running with a gun
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running with a gun
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running running
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running with a gun in his hand
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Running With A Gun
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Slightly Stoopid |